Lin Dong arrived at Qiao Bing's Dormitory and pushed the door open.
He was very curious about the surprise that Qiao Bing mentioned.
"Cough cough, Sister Bing, my lips are a bit dry?"
As soon as Lin Dong came in, he said laughingly.
Qiao Bing's face turned red; she had used that very excuse to forcibly kiss Lin Dong yesterday.
Now that Lin Dong said it, she knew exactly what he meant.
"Lips are dry, drink more water," Qiao Bing said, tilting her head.
Lin Dong hurriedly said, "Sister Bing, weren't you going to give me a surprise? Could it be the surprise is not..."
He couldn't finish his sentence before Qiao Bing interrupted him. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Lin Dong, what are you thinking?"
"You don't think the surprise was me wanting to kiss you, do you?"
"It could also be something even more intimate than that," Lin Dong said shyly.
